Emperor Wanjian

Chapter 1206 Lan You
"Holy War Platform, this is the martial arts figure left by countless geniuses of the Holy League for hundreds of years. Ordinary warriors only need to choose one of them to win and pass the test."

"That's right, the choice of opponent is at the Holy War Monument outside the Jihad Platform. If you don't choose an opponent and step directly into the Jihad Platform, the default is to challenge from the strongest person."

"Is this Jian Fengyun going to break the record of the Holy League since the endless years?"

Everyone was discussing, watching Jian Fengyun stepping up to the Jihad platform, his face did not change.

At this moment, a phantom dressed in the robe of the Holy League suddenly appeared on the battle platform.

"Shadow of the Holy League, is this battle platform really weird?!" Jian Fengyun was a little surprised.

"Young master, please do it."

The phantom of the Dao Saint League is the figure of a woman with steamed buns and blue hair, and her aura seems to have reached the Nine-Star Divine Origin Realm.

The rule on this jihad platform is that all martial arts figures will not be higher than him.

After the woman's words fell, she stepped into the air and charged towards Jian Fengyun.

"I want to see how strong the phantom left by the Holy Court is on the battle platform." Jian Fengyun sneered.

"Please!" said the female disciple of the Holy League coldly. Although she was just a phantom, she looked quite realistic, with a beautiful face and beautiful face.

"Okay, then get ready to accept the move." Jian Fengyun focused his eyes without any fear, strode forward and said: "It's useless to say anything else, since you're here, I don't mind, so I'll leave you all behind. "

This phantom obviously emerged because of him, and he had nothing to show mercy at all.

"Young Master, don't take it lightly?" The phantom of the female disciple of the Holy League is like a real person, she smiled lightly, she swept Jian Fengyun's eyes in front of her, and then waved out several phantoms.

On the battle platform, four powerful puppets seemed to emerge.

Rather than saying it is a puppet, it is better to say that it is a wooden figure, because although these four wooden figures have painted faces, the joints made of wood are faintly visible.

"Humph!"

Jian Fengyun snorted coldly, and shot like lightning, killing the four wooden puppets in front.

Although these four wooden puppets do not appear to be in the realm of martial arts, but if you feel them carefully, you can find that they contain a very astonishing combat power, which is astonishing and far beyond the ordinary existence of the nine-star spirit realm.

With a thought in Jian Fengyun's mind, he was very calm about the four wooden men with strange auras, and that female phantom who looked extremely dangerous.

Although he already sensed the dangerous atmosphere around the battle platform, he didn't panic and didn't run away. Instead, he condensed a sword aura, which was bright and locked onto the phantom of the woman in the center, and launched an attack.

The power of this sword energy is not divine power, nor the power of law, but soul power.

This bright soul power and sword energy disappeared in a flash, and before the four wooden men around the ring could show their power, the female disciple hugged her head in pain, lost the ability to fight, and pierced the sky with piercing screams.

Jian Fengyun used Qingfenghuasha, rushed past, his palm was like a sword, and with a light sweep, with a "poof", that beautiful head flew sideways.

Blood splashed, and the expression on the head was confused, and then the phantom of the Lanfa woman disappeared on the battle platform.

The phantom of the blue-haired woman disappeared, but the puppets of the four wooden figures did not disappear.

In just a split second, the four wooden puppets flashed and turned into four human figures that were exactly the same as the blue-haired woman.

"Oh my god, this Jian Fengyun was so fierce that he actually cut off Lan You's head."

"The number one puppet master of the Holy League, proficient in formation, illusion, and puppet art, the most mysterious powerhouse of the younger generation, and the No.1 record holder on the Jihad stage in the past century."

"Jian Fengyun doesn't seem to have cut off her head. Look, it's just a phantom. It is rumored that she is proficient in illusion, and she really lives up to her reputation."

Under the jihad stage, many disciples onlookers were discussing.

Jian Fengyun also frowned, he clearly realized that he had killed the real body of the blue-haired woman just now, but four blue-haired women suddenly appeared in front of him, with the same breath as the blue-haired woman he killed before.

He knew that these four blue-haired women were mostly transformed by wooden puppets, but it was difficult for him to detect the real body of the blue-haired women.

The only way to do this is to destroy the four puppets first, and then see the blue-haired woman's next move.

Mind about this.

"Hey!"

Jian Fengyun's body was clear and windy and strong, walking through the air, and suddenly appeared in front of a blue-haired woman, the powerful soul power transformed into sword energy again, and slashed out with a sword.

"puff!"

This time it was more direct. The small silver sword, which was an inch long, pierced through the blue-haired woman's forehead bone, and the dead body was shattered on the spot, turning into a piece of wood slag.

"It's a bit capable, but it's not easy for the young master to defeat me."

At this moment, a voice that alternated between virtual and real sounded from all around, and people could not catch the trace.

In a trance, those shattered pieces of wood suddenly reassembled and turned into a wooden puppet again. The puppet stepped on the battle platform, and after three breathless efforts, it turned into the appearance of a blue-haired woman again.

The breaths of the four blue-haired women were generally the same, it was difficult to tell the real from the fake, and there was a murderous intent hidden in the void, which made Jian Fengyun feel a slight chill.

It was difficult for him to detect whether the figures of the four blue-haired women were real or not, so he stepped forward to attack rashly. If one of them contained murderous intent, he was likely to be injured, but if he did not attack, it would be difficult to break the formation .

"Young master, don't you dare to make a move?"

At this moment, the ethereal voice of the blue-haired woman sounded again.

There was a strange rhythm in this voice, and when Jian Fengyun heard it, he couldn't help but feel stunned, and almost stepped into the four puppets.

"It's such a terrifying soul power, even my bronze-level soul state can hardly resist it."

After a while, Jian Fengyun came back to his senses, looking at the four blue-haired puppets who were about to surround him, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

"Eastern Emperor's Palm!"

With a thought in Jian Fengyun's mind, four big black handprints were condensed and slapped the figures of the four blue-haired women around him.

Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!
The four blue-haired puppets looked like they were made of mud, but they shattered instantly and turned into sawdust all over the sky.

Jian Fengyun's figure flashed, and he retreated violently, leaving the area covered by the sawdust.

Boom!

Almost the moment Jian Fengyun dodged and disappeared, the space shrouded in wood dust shattered directly, gushing out waves of turbulent galaxies, which were very terrifying.

The seemingly powerful puppet is not strong, and the seemingly harmless sawdust is very deadly.

Invisibly deadly.

Jian Fengyun seemed to have captured the attack method of this blue-haired woman.

"Young master is really cautious"

(End of this chapter)